So far in California

Our trip has flown by on little birdie wings... I find myself waiting for "the next person" to go and visit. I'm sort of a live-in-the-future person. Living in the present doesn't always come naturally to me (that is, unless something stuns me like this gorgeous view below ;-). Anyway, to prevent myself from rambling, I will stop. (wasn't that profound?) I think these pictures are pretty self- explanatory. Beauty. Beach. People. Happy people. Funny people. Crazy people (which are the same as the happy and funny ones). This ain't half of it.

( I accidentally put up the photo above and blogger won't let me take it down for some reason...so pardon the weird face I'm making...)

These were really good. Really good. If anyone is ever going by the Amersterdam Coffee place in Paso Robles, make sure you get some of these.

He isn't used to this kind of treatment or anything...

More fun (since funner isn't a word, although I use it all the time...)

Lovely

I officially dub thee Most Gorgeous Couple in Real Life. Thine beauteous smiles and photogenic ways cause me to appreciate thine abilities in making mine lens well pleased.

The road is straight and narrow. A mile down it curves viciously to the left, to the right, and straight on again over the bridge. The rest of the way is made of soft slopes and mild, pleasant curves...sometimes like our lives. The sharpest curve can take you slamming into who knows what just around the bend if you take it too fast... slow down, then speed up with caution, and you're safe. I love roads... or rather what they can signify if you use a little imagination. This one, mine, is especially beautiful... sometimes a little dangerous and difficult to drive on smoothly. Often times the curves are to sharp and too sudden... But without the danger, the road would simply "go ever on and on ", and how boring would that be?

(for those who are wondering... yes, I did lay down on the ground of a 60mph two-lane highway to get this shot... I wonder what the oncoming Amish traffic must have thought of the nutty California girl trying to commit suicide...)

I crack myself up sometimes.

In My Arms

Your baby blues, so full of wonder
Your curly cues, your contagious smile
And as I watch, you start to grow up
All I can do is hold you tight

Knowing clouds will rage
And storms will race in but you will be safe in my arms
Rains will pour down, waves will crash all around
But you will be safe in my arms

Story books full of fairy tales
Of kings and queens and the bluest skies
My heart is torn just in knowing
You'll someday see the truth from lies

When the clouds will rage
And storms will race in but you will be safe in my arms
Rains will pour down, waves will crash all around
But you will be safe in my arms

Castles they might crumble
Dreams may not come true
But you are never all alone
Because I will always, always love you

When the clouds will rage
And storms will race in but you will be safe in my arms
Rains will pour down, waves will crash all around
But you will be safe in my arms, in my arms

Plumb

A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And,in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow-

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope had flown away

In a night or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand-

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep-while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

- Poe